. Fir bhi usne zip khol ke mera lund bahar nikala aur mere lund ko haath mai muth marne lagi… Mai bhi full josh mai uski chut mai ungli karne laga a...r hum dono lagbhag ek saath hi jhad gaye..Maine apna saara pani uski skirt par nikal diya jo ki bahut saara tha.. Aur usne mera pura haath geela kar diya.. Mera bhi kuch paani uske haath par lag gaya tha to wo us haath ko chatne lagi aur boli ki bahut tasty hai mujhe ye lund abhi lena hai yahi par..Maine kaha ki kaise possible hoga to wo boli ki ye. It occurred to me that just possibly those two guys didn’t come over to help ME. Sunny’s a thing on a jobsite – female, young, cute, and heaven help me, that ‘oriental’ thing fits her and magnifies all the other attributes one might derive from just looking.“What’s THAT thing?” though, is the question as Sunny reaches in and turns on the switch to wake the robot up.“Call it a powered dolly,” Sunny said. “Our robotics lab developed it. We’re gonna see how it works in the field.”Luggage’s head. I run into a few dead ends. Single men are drifting around, aimlessly looking for, for what? Companionship? I am a little wobbly on my feet. Physically, I feel somewhat drunk. Mentally, I don’t. Not at all. Because of what I have seen thus far. Old men. Men in towels. Men with tramp stamps. Leashes and collars. Zippers being pulled down. At the end of a main hallway, I find a wide set of stairs going up. A sign on the wall says ‘Bath Attire Only Beyond This Point’. Beside the sign is a. “This alone,” I said “could bring most women... or men... to orgasm.” Loraine confirmed my comments with a guttural gasp. “But if that is all this unit could do,” I continued, “it wouldn’t be an Orgasmatron Ultra.” As if in response, Loraine let out a loud groan and convulsed in what was obviously her second orgasm.”The computer-controlled voltage to the springs began varying the degree of rocking so that the horse was also starting to pitch from side to side. For a while, Loraine was tossed.